Fete du Voisins for Lunch.
I went to that one last Saturday. Very rare for me. Not a huge number of people. This is not a vastly populated area. But enough to be jolly.
I was just amazed by the number of them who actually know me since I don’t mix a lot.
Much kissing, but you really don’t notice that. And it hardly interferes with conversation anyway.
10 Euros for all you could eat and drink over several hours.
The Pig Roast was superb. Cooked up in half a battered old oil drum. I wish I could cook pork so well.
No comment on the drink since my taste buds always fail me after the first one.
I think I left at about 6pm, when I decided that I had drunk more than enough, and before I actually fell over. That would never have been forgotten. In fact they probably still remember the last time some twenty years ago.
I am told that it went on until midnight. So probably quite a lot of people fell over by then, amid much Breton Dancing.
But they certainly know how to throw a party around here.
May 12, 2016 at 5:26 pm |
They won’t remember if you fell over, if they were falling over too!
May 12, 2016 at 5:29 pm |
Someone will. Believe me. In fact they will remember I did, even if I didn’t.
May 12, 2016 at 5:38 pm |
Sometimes that sort of thing makes people like you more because of your fallibility. 🙂
May 12, 2016 at 5:49 pm |
This is a distinct possibility. I shall have a bit of a hope about that.
May 12, 2016 at 6:02 pm |
😀